Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Week Four of the Sticky Finger's Gallery. This week's prompt was 'Me'. This one was always going to be difficult, as I have a general rule of not publishing recognisable photos of us. Anyhow, a bit of a search through the old archives (well the archives that I have with me in BiH) came up with a few contenders. I like this one. I like the thought of my life being all calmness, having acres of time to teach a small boy about seaweed and broken shells.

The reality of my life is not so much like that. It's more like this.

This photo is a few years old now. The boys are a lot bigger. They still climb all over me on a regular basis.

I love the rolling around on the grass photo - I was thinking about using a similar one of me and my daughter when I saw yours! Rolling around on the grass (when the weather's good enough) - brilliant!

All pile on! I think this is a definite boy trait. I was always surprised by my nephew's desire to wrestle anyone & everything. My own son even at 10 months is looking like a great contender for WWF (and I don't mean the World Wildlife Fund).

Those are really lovely and say so much about you all. I always remember loving piling on my dad. Now my girls do it to both of us and it's hilarious. The quiet time with the seaweed is fab too. I love seeing the world through their eyes. Everything is so much more interesting. :D

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Fraught Mummy: That's me. I'm married to Dave, blessedly unfraught and who is my partner in trying to maintain a modicum of control the three random variables who also live in our house.

Variable X: Adam, 4 1/2 years old. Looks angelic and can be. But not if it involves his brother having fun.

Variable Y: Luke, 3 years. A legend or a liability, you can never tell which it will be.

Variable Z: Jessie, our golden retriever. She loves food, any food, however revolting it may seem, and doesn't feel the need to be invited before helping herself, which can prove difficult around other peoples picnics.

Sometimes I'm successful in getting all three round a walk in the park, but generally I sound like a shrill rugby referee.